you burn something and intone the names of everyone you've lost
you make light a bit
and the laughter is almost as unbearable as the pain
you leave and commit yourself to not look back
(to make the moment what it is)
and anyway who's even There these days
we have decoded the Moment away
the difference is that here is doesnt matter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem